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Nicholas Bello Poem
The day’s hot-the wind like a convection oven
Blows hot air in our faces.
My cap and gown insulates me
Baking me like a potato wrapped in aluminum foil
I desperately fan myself and look around
My eyes search for my peers and see;
The bros that survived school with me;
The others who shouldn't have;
The girls with memories already wet in their eyes;
The people I never met and will never know;
All desperately fanning themselves
In silence and in waiting.
We all are waiting for the same thing-
What's next to come.
For some it will be their names
For another a trip to boot camp
For many including myself- college
A couple can't wait to forget the tortures of high school
And a few will already be planning our high school reunion
because it was the best years of their life.
As I bow my head, not out of sadness,
but out of sheer defeat by the sun,
I scuff up my dress shoes in the clumpy grass of the field-
that just finished another infamous drawn out lacrosse season,
I'll be thinking about the 4 plus years, 8 seasons,
worth of drilling and conditioning I did in that very field and on the surrounding track,
With a flash of ivory across my sweating face
I'll be thinking about
All the nooks and crannies
that I sanctioned for the intimate meetings of my girlfriends
The times caught and not,
All the heartbreaks and rejections,
The friends made, the best friends kept, and the many lost.
The drama, stupidity, and immaturity,
Everything that was and used to be.
And, all this time spent waiting-preparing
for this one moment
You can't help but remember it all
And with one, final sweet goodby-
"NICHOLAS BELLO!"
Copyright © Nicholas Bello | Year Posted 2013
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In all my life
I’ve never spent a full day with you
Dad, the man I know and love
Split in two
I’m proud to call you my father
For any man to model
But only half because the other half
Can’t let go of the bottle
Your different dad
When your drinking or not
Don’t deny your problem
You miserable sot
A 12-pack isn’t normal
Not everyday or so
Grow up, act your age
And just let go
Because we love you dad
We always have and will
But your drinking blasts a hole in me
With nothing to fill
When you ask me for more
I am hopeless to your avidity
But give-in and guide you towards death
For fear of acerbity
As I mature into manhood
I fear that you won’t see the day
I graduate, get married, or start my family
So affirm a different substance for your thirst to allay
I have no shame on my knees to plead
Because we are kin, it’s your blood I bleed
You must end this putrid deed
So Dad, please just let go of the mead
By Nicholas A. Bello
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The two bit no shows
who fear what they don't know
The two bit no shows that won't believe
Because they think it too naive
As if they were made to misconceive
The two bit no shows that don't care
Like Baudelaire
Criticize and condemn without a second thought, so they declare
The two bit no shows that have no purpose
Search for it with a broken compass
Come up short, and deem life worthless
The two bit no shows
You are all fake
It's a competition
With no gains to make
Two bit no shows I'm sick of you
Everyone is fake
And I'm done playing
There's no purpose to it
By Nicholas A. Bello
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Trapped behind these bars
I grow anxious and continuously scheme
For a way to get out.
But this cage is extensive
And its door is a long ways out.
I try to squeeze through, but they constrict
And ultimately I fail.
I am strong but these bars won't bend.
Its useless and I am spent
There is no more fight, my flame-extinguished
I am rationed-it keeps me weak
Eyes strained and muscles sore
I surrender.
With eyes closed, I give in to this abuse
Losing my conscious with every lash and lick.
Then I wake up from that nightmare
only to hit my head on an even lower cage ceiling
And it starts again.
But there is no door and I have no rations.
The claustrophobia sets in, and the air is heavy.
Like breathing in cotton, I struggle
And loose feeling; due to the lack of oxygen
My lungs stutter and protest but they can't be filled
Hardly the energy to produce a tear, I blackout instead.
Only to wake up, cramped in a stale box.
Its quiet and I can't breathe.
The only company I have is the sound of my heart.
The beats are slow and muffled, as it desperately tries to pump blood.
I still can't feel anything-But I think its cold.
I've been suffocating for what seems like hours.
Its been a week and my mouth is dry with dirt,
I can no longer open my eyes.
Its been awhile and no ones noticed.
The sound of my heart has escaped my ears,
I think its cold but i still can't feel.
I re-live death, Stuck in Limbo
By Nicholas A. Bello
Copyright © Nicholas Bello | Year Posted 2011
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Succulent tabu
Not meant from the start.
But attraction, too great,
Played its role well.
And found our eyes
-as fast as it found our hearts.
It did away with my defenses
Working its way through me
I had no chance-no choice!
I succumbed to this fatal
attraction
Losing complete control
I grasped the face of
forbbidence
And kissed its sweet lips.
I showed no mercy
For Attraction did not.
Forbidden Attraction was born a
secret.
By Nicholas Bello
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Yes I did
I picked the wrong one
And every time I look back
The angrier I get
The worse I feel.
Because the heart is a fool
it never learns
And it never gets any better
The commitment made
Without any follow through
Was the mistake I made with you
And I know you regret the kiss
You regret how much you opened your heart to me
And I never got to apologize
But you can never amount to my regret
And that is my sentence
To me from you
The "what if" that stabs and stings
The mistake I made that snaps and rips
Because my hearts a fool
And can't see through flesh to the demons inside
It will never learn
But it knows love
It knows loss
It knows pain
And it knows regret
I threw so much away with an elementary desire
I played into that childish game
I knew the rules and lost anyway
I traded in passion
For cheap desire
And lost the one true thing I admired
Dark hair not brown nor black
Obsidian eyes, the window to your heart
Latina Hips that sway to your own beat
So ready to give
So ready for love
With the glow of loyalty and an eagerness to commit
I took and took and took
With no intention to give
I'm sorry I'm so late
For the promise of love
Is my intended gift
From me to you
I wish I knew better
But when you listen to a heart that's a fool
The only thing you know is love, loss, pain and regret
By Nicholas A. Bello
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If I knew it was gonna be this
way
I would've never invested
The time and money spent
On the girl I thought I loved
but I truly resented
We say we learned but I really
just grew
I remained the same man I was
Changed for the better
But the same guy you knew
Now I'm in debt
And I owe my time
To people who matter
But I ain't gotta dime
To my name so what does it
matter?
I don't know what I was
thinking
Keeping you with me in the first
place
I got too comfortable
I blindly followed-I gave chase
I cant put all the blame on you
But why not treat scum like
scum
Like how it feels?
I chew you up and spit you out
Just like cheap bubblegum
You were never any better
Actually worse
So get off your high chair
Before I put you were you
belong
And return you back to your
hearse
Cause your dead inside
I should've smelled it from the
beginning
I should have never spent my
time caring
And kept to digging
By Nicholas Bello
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Its the anticipation
that hastens the pace of my beating heart.
Eyes locked sending a ray of emotions
stealing a glance into each others soul.
This tight embrace heightens our senses,
allowing for every touch to discover a new patch of virgin skin.
It exaggerates the sensation
as our muscles tighten and relax.
A slight tilt of the head brings you that much closer.
But its a game,
who will give in to temptation first-
and for the first time it may be worth it
to risk it all
and lose-yourself.
O! sweet, sweet defeat
it awakens every atom of your being,
unravels every thought
and gives you purpose.
A perfect union of chaos and clarity,
unparalleled to none.
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Wishing you feel the same
im dreaming just to keep sane
i can’t think of anyone else
like no other i’ve ever felt.
Do you know? how it started long ago?
these feelings that i can’t let go.
Your pull, stronger than gravity
sucked me in rapidly
i’ve been falling into you
can you feel me coming through?
Seven years in free fall
you can have it all
With lips catch me softly
hold me, with eyes like black coffee.
By Nicholas A. Bello
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Its time to go
Now its done
It was good
We had our fun
Its finished
So its time to fly
Don't look back now
Don't say good-bye
It was my choice
And I made it for me
To leave you
Now we are free
It hasn't been too long
since you've been gone
So ill take it slow
Dusk to dawn
It hurts
Your not the only one
Because I did this
I settled like the sun
It got too far
And I let it
Its my fault too
So don't forget it
Don't cry
Unless you have to
Just tell me girl
'Cause ill cry with you
I never lied
I stayed honest
You'll always have me
I promise
By Nicholas Bello
Sunday, July 29, 2012 11:04
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